From where do these sounds come?
So soft, so pure, so soulful.
The sounds transported from the page
Through the skill and passion of the pianist,
To slide gently though our ears;
Into our very souls.
Chopin, this man I once derided
As being able to make me sad
No matter how good I was feeling;
Slowly turning my thoughts
To the utter beauty and wonder,
Of the music he created.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2023 01:53
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem came to me as I had just heard Chopin’s Nocturne in Bb minor op.9 no.1 on the radio
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
I like the way you are open about your change in taste, Andy. Maturity or what?
Thank you Dave, it seems to be a moment that just switches something in my life, it may well be maturity or just good luck, I seem to be very lucky.
Andy
Happened to me a number of times in various ways - mysterious. What I am sure of is that it is more complicated (and interesting) than 'luck'.
It probably is more complicated Dave but it is still very wonderful when it happens.
Andy
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